I have a secret. I am a secret.

I have a secret. I am a secret. I had to run away; Danielle wanted to get married. I got a job working on a project in Guyana - who ever heard of the place? My boss - an ex-military hard-ass - turned out to be CIA. You wouldn't believe the trouble I got into: kidnapped, held hostage in a military camp, a river accident when the piranhas almost got me, blackmailed by the PM's nephew, threatened with "disappearing" by paramilitary thugs.

While all this was going on, I was trying to deal with my secret sex life: I like men and women. I got my close buddy, Steve, to come down. We'd had a fling before, but now it turned into a passionate affair. You can't hide much in a place like Guyana, and the locals went crazy when they found out. On Christmas break, I went back to New York and came out to Danielle. She dumped me; Steve stayed in the States; I returned to Guyana.

When I got back I met a real hunky Guyanese guy - Stanley. We hit it off, and spent weekends with some of his friends at a secret jungle cabin - not a down-low scene, but a secret society. Meanwhile, my boss forced me to snoop on some Americans building a cooperative in the jungle. Little did I know that I was witnessing the foundation of Jonestown. Yeah, that's when you've heard about Guyana.

Project over: I'd learned about the secret world of spies, and a helluva lot about myself. I'm a man's man.